Generations of men are like the leaves. In winter, winds blow them down to earth, but then, when spring season comes again, the budding wood grows more. And so with men: one generation grows, another dies away.
The Jewish festival of freedom is the oldest continuously observed religious ritual in the world. Across the centuries, Passover has never lost its power to inspire the imagination of successive generations of Jews with its annually re-enacted drama of slavery and liberation.
The next generation will always surpass the previous one. It's one of the never-ending cycles in life.
Enduring fame is promised only to those writers who can offer to successive generations a substance constantly renewed; for every generation arrives upon the scene with its own particular hunger.
It is the natural order of things that successive generations will achieve more than their predecessors.
The conditions that direct the order of . . . the living world . . . are marked by their persistence in improving the birthright of successive generations.
If conquest does not bind posterity, so neither can compact bind it.
We know that inevitably the millennials will get old and tired again, and then there will be the bilennials or trilennials, or whatever the next generation is, and we're all going to end up on our lawn shaking our fists in a bathrobe yelling at the moon.
The chain of life runs smoothly from one generation to the next and none of the links stand out except here and there a link one sees by accident.
